nineteen degrees: ‘cold on the outside…’

Cherry Blossoms ~ Tindersticks

Snow crowns nearby mountains, glimpsed for a moment. Then gone. Deluges drown the music. Procession of squalls on the back of a chill. No wood to kindle a fire, cat tribe shivers together, a cross-stitch of fur. Black and white, white and ginger. On black. Hope dissolves in rain, deep freeze like a wound. Would you fashion me a flame, shimmer shard of old heat? Send word. Send spring. Send anything.